Author’s note: The Raven is one of the most discussed poems in American literature, and today, I have come to discuss our narrators sanity. Which side will you be on? This is my point of view piece on, the Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe.
The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe, is one of the most known pieces in classic American Literature. It’s words have been known to shake people to the very core, and in some cases, scaring people into not reading it ever again. In the Raven, we focus on a young man grieving over the loss of Lenore, his lover. The point of view makes the man gives the reader the impression that he’s the victim. But, can we trust our narrator in the first place?
A Raven, a young man, and a dead woman are the main characters in the Raven, and our narrator is the young man. The poem is focused on this man’s feelings as the raven that enters his home make his life turn upside down, but is he really as innocent as his words claim him to be? Is he really a madman in an insane asylum? Maybe the raven is really his doctor, and the doctor is coming into his room to sedate him into sleep. Perhaps, there’s more to everything than meets the eye. But, the point of view of the piece is centered around the man, so we’ll never know just who he really is.
As far as we all know, our main character is a man grieving over the loss of his wife, Lenore. Are we really sure that it’s his wife? Could it be his little sister? Granted, he says, “a rare, and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore”, and a person could argue he most definitely is complementing his deceased wife. Maybe his little sister died when she was five or six, and he always called her his beautiful maiden, and cherished her as if she was his wife. How can we really depend on the narrator though, because, as we read the poem, it seems like he’s going mad? Whose side should we truly be on?
Our narrator, who is grieving the loss of a woman close to him, could possibly be very very unreliable. How can we take any of his claims seriously, when it seems he is on the threshold of madness throughout the entire poem? We start to realize he’s mad towards the end of the poem, when he yells at the raven, “Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!”. We know he’s completely lost it here, even though there are hints of madness throughout the entire poem. But, he is truly trying to keep his sanity, like when he says, “Doubtless, what it utters is its only stock and store”, it’s as if he’s trying to convince himself that it isn’t real. Because the narrator is ranting to the Raven, he makes us all feel his emotions, his grief, his anger... All of that. So, when he’s going mad, we tend to want to be on his side, but, as I’ve said, should we really be on his side?
Although I’ve brought up all these points as to if we can trust the narrator or not, there is no possible way to tell for sure if he’s trustworthy or not trustworthy. Even if we had the best literary analyzers look at the Raven, all the opinions from them would be diverse. Why? Because it is the readers choice as to if we can trust the narrator or not. It is the readers choice if we should be on his side, or our own. None of us can prove if he is sane or not. Only Edgar Allan Poe would be able to, but it’s too late to ask. The poem is vague in telling the complete story, and leaves the reader guessing, in a pleasantly mysterious way. Edgar Allan Poe’s works have the ability to toy with our minds, and the Raven is most definitely one of his more mysterious poems.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Being a Lion
Author's note: This personal metaphor describes how I think my personality is, and I hope that my message is clear!
I am a lion
My words loud and fierce
My actions wild and free
I protect the ones I love
And hurt the people who hurt me or my family.
My courage is un matched
My palate quite large
But underneath the strong façade
I’m just a cuddle bug.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Comfortably Numb?
“Is there anybody in there?” My manager said, slapping me on the face. “Nod if you can hear me...” He rolled his eyes, “Come on now, I heard you were feeling sick but this is ridiculous... Can you show me where it hurts?”
Heh... I don’t know why he keeps trying, I can’t hear what he’s saying.
I’m not feeling any pain, not really. He’s only coming through in waves, heh, I can only see his lips move.
See, when I was a child, I got a fever... my hands felt like two balloons.
Now I have that feeling again, I can’t explain the sensation, but this isn’t how I am.
“Ok.... Just a little pin prick, there’ll be no more----”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” I screamed, not knowing why I screamed.
He sighed, “You may feel a little sick...” He mumbled, “Can he stand up?” He asked the rest of the group around him. They all shrugged, then pulled me up to test it. “That’ll keep him going through the show, come on, we have to go.” He said pulling my arm, tugging me along to the car
But...
I’m not feeling any pain!
I don’t understand, there’s nothing wrong.... I swear there isn’t.
When I had a fever, I got a fleeting glimpse, but when I turned it was gone..
That child has grown, and the dream is gone.
I’ve gone comfortably numb.
Heh... I don’t know why he keeps trying, I can’t hear what he’s saying.
I’m not feeling any pain, not really. He’s only coming through in waves, heh, I can only see his lips move.
See, when I was a child, I got a fever... my hands felt like two balloons.
Now I have that feeling again, I can’t explain the sensation, but this isn’t how I am.
“Ok.... Just a little pin prick, there’ll be no more----”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” I screamed, not knowing why I screamed.
He sighed, “You may feel a little sick...” He mumbled, “Can he stand up?” He asked the rest of the group around him. They all shrugged, then pulled me up to test it. “That’ll keep him going through the show, come on, we have to go.” He said pulling my arm, tugging me along to the car
But...
I’m not feeling any pain!
I don’t understand, there’s nothing wrong.... I swear there isn’t.
When I had a fever, I got a fleeting glimpse, but when I turned it was gone..
That child has grown, and the dream is gone.
I’ve gone comfortably numb.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Memoirs of a Geisha Prediction Piece
Author's note: This is my prediction piece
During Memoirs of a Geisha, Sayuri encounters a man that she knows as the Chairman early on in the book. As I was reading this, and reading all the things that seemed to put a wedge between her and the Chairman, I started to think that no matter what happens, the Chairman will somehow become her danna (ie: a danna is basically a provider for Geisha).
As more and more things seperate the Chairman and Sayuri, I started to think that my prediction may be incorrect, and thought about things that might happen instead of my original prediction. During Sayuri's life, a man named Nobu takes an interest in her early on. Nobu soon begins to make Sayuri's life change drastically, when he starts talking about becoming her danna. This was one of the major wedges that I thought drove Sayuri and the Chairman apart, and I was I was proved correctly when Sayuri informed me that she felt the Chairman and her drifting apart. When Sayuri knows that Nobu will become her danna, she takes drastic measures and decides to basically betray Nobu by having sex with a colonel from America, telling her best friend Pumpkin to have him come and see this happen. But, Pumpkin betrays her and makes the Chairman come instead. This is by far the biggest wedge (or so Sayuri thinks) that drives the Chairman and her apart. When Sayuri returns home to her okiya (ie: Basically a place where Geisha live, and or where they train from a young age), and is horror struck when she gets a call that sats Nobu-san wants to become her danna. Sadly, Sayuri pulls herself together and goes to the tea house to meet Nobu-san, but much to her surprise, the Chairman is waiting for her instead of Nobu-san. Sayuri, quite shocked, sat next to him and asked what was wrong.
The Chairman then announced he would become her danna, and they kissed.
Overall, my enitial prediction was proven correct, and I predicted this as soon as I knew what a danna was.
Thankfully, Nobu-san didn't protest, in fact, he never talked to Sayuri again.
Memoirs of a Geisha- Compare and Contrast
Compare and Contrast
Memoirs of a Geisha’s events and Real life
Things in Common Things Not in Common
-In both Memoirs -Now a days, a girls
virginity would never be something to auction off
Of a Geisha and Real life, -The makeup Sayuri uses is much more
pasty and thick then make up now.
Woman are sometimes -Being beaten isn’t something that’s
common, now it’s against the law
Misinterpreted. –Little girls aren’t
sold to Geisha houses anymore
-A lot of the time,
People fall head over heels for
Older people.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Proud and Free
Author’s note: This is my theme essay on “I’m Deborah Sampson: A
soldier of the American Revolution”, by Jodi Clapp, and “The Hunger Games”, by
Suzanne Collins
Deborah Sampson in “I’m Deborah Sampson: A soldier in the American Revolution”, by Jodi Clapp, has had to suffer from the effects of war throughout the entire book. In the beginning, she’s forced to move away from her mother and move in with her Aunt, and when her Aunt passed away, she was forced to live with a head of a church. After this woman was close to dying, she then was forced into an 8 year tie with a family called the Thomas’s, whom were to take care of her throughout the rest of her childhood. This is not only an effect from the war, it is also the effect of abandonment, from her mother. The effects of war also make themselves apparent in the novel “The Hunger Games”, by Suzanne Collins. Katniss Everdeen has struggled with her country since she was a child, and when she is forced into being a participant in the Hunger Games for a second time, enough is enough and a war begins.
When Katniss Everdeen’s Father dies in a coal mine accident, everything changes for her. She gets less and less food, and soon she has to resort to breaking the law to provide for her sister and mother. Katniss takes on the role of a father for her family, and this is all because her father died. If Katniss had been living when Deborah Sampson was, she and her sister would have been taken to a new family, and forced to be separated from their mother. That’s what happened to Deborah Sampson after her father died. She was forced into living with a different family, even though she wanted to stay with her mother. Deborah almost took on a more manly role while she was tied to the Thomas’, who where a family of boys. I suppose that’s how Deborah was able to live in the war, because she grew up with boys.
Even though being removed from their families isn’t something they have in common, what they do have in common is that they both participated in war. Even though for Katniss it’s perfectly fine for woman to participate in war, for Deborah, it is considered abnormal for women to participate in war. After Deborah’s boyfriend Robbie died, she decided she needed to do something to avenge Robbie. So, she joined the war to finish what Robbie started. She stayed in war for 17 months, and then she was honorably discharged. Even though Deborah participated in the war, she didn’t look like a girl. She dressed like a man the entire 17 months she was a soldier.
While Katniss’s story is all about rebellion, and fighting against your country, Deborah’s is about fighting for her country to free them from the British, the people who are holding them back. Deborah joins the Continental Army to fight against the British, who are in a way, like the Capital. They are people who have a warped sense of government for people who aren’t them, and only do things that benefit themselves (in this novel). When Deborah dresses up like a boy to be a soldier, she realizes that she’ll have to kill a man, and at first, this goes against all her morals. But when she’s on enemy lines, she realizes that she has to kill in order to be a proper soldier. When Deborah is discharged, she has to return to watching and waiting for the war to be over. And when the war ends, and the Americans are successful, she does as much as she can for her country by dressing up as a man once more and traveling about, giving speeches to every state.
Both of these women have had to suffer from the effects of war in their own way, and both stories are quite tragic at times. But both of them power through it with the help of the people they love, and a strong will to make their country proud and free. When Katniss ends the rebellion and their country is a free nation, she is still haunted by nightmares of killing people, and seeing people she loves die right before her eyes. Deborah has these to, by seeing faces of fallen soldiers on her side, people whom she had grown fond of. The effects of war ring true throughout these girl’s lives, but they power on in their free country.
Deborah Sampson in “I’m Deborah Sampson: A soldier in the American Revolution”, by Jodi Clapp, has had to suffer from the effects of war throughout the entire book. In the beginning, she’s forced to move away from her mother and move in with her Aunt, and when her Aunt passed away, she was forced to live with a head of a church. After this woman was close to dying, she then was forced into an 8 year tie with a family called the Thomas’s, whom were to take care of her throughout the rest of her childhood. This is not only an effect from the war, it is also the effect of abandonment, from her mother. The effects of war also make themselves apparent in the novel “The Hunger Games”, by Suzanne Collins. Katniss Everdeen has struggled with her country since she was a child, and when she is forced into being a participant in the Hunger Games for a second time, enough is enough and a war begins.
When Katniss Everdeen’s Father dies in a coal mine accident, everything changes for her. She gets less and less food, and soon she has to resort to breaking the law to provide for her sister and mother. Katniss takes on the role of a father for her family, and this is all because her father died. If Katniss had been living when Deborah Sampson was, she and her sister would have been taken to a new family, and forced to be separated from their mother. That’s what happened to Deborah Sampson after her father died. She was forced into living with a different family, even though she wanted to stay with her mother. Deborah almost took on a more manly role while she was tied to the Thomas’, who where a family of boys. I suppose that’s how Deborah was able to live in the war, because she grew up with boys.
Even though being removed from their families isn’t something they have in common, what they do have in common is that they both participated in war. Even though for Katniss it’s perfectly fine for woman to participate in war, for Deborah, it is considered abnormal for women to participate in war. After Deborah’s boyfriend Robbie died, she decided she needed to do something to avenge Robbie. So, she joined the war to finish what Robbie started. She stayed in war for 17 months, and then she was honorably discharged. Even though Deborah participated in the war, she didn’t look like a girl. She dressed like a man the entire 17 months she was a soldier.
While Katniss’s story is all about rebellion, and fighting against your country, Deborah’s is about fighting for her country to free them from the British, the people who are holding them back. Deborah joins the Continental Army to fight against the British, who are in a way, like the Capital. They are people who have a warped sense of government for people who aren’t them, and only do things that benefit themselves (in this novel). When Deborah dresses up like a boy to be a soldier, she realizes that she’ll have to kill a man, and at first, this goes against all her morals. But when she’s on enemy lines, she realizes that she has to kill in order to be a proper soldier. When Deborah is discharged, she has to return to watching and waiting for the war to be over. And when the war ends, and the Americans are successful, she does as much as she can for her country by dressing up as a man once more and traveling about, giving speeches to every state.
Both of these women have had to suffer from the effects of war in their own way, and both stories are quite tragic at times. But both of them power through it with the help of the people they love, and a strong will to make their country proud and free. When Katniss ends the rebellion and their country is a free nation, she is still haunted by nightmares of killing people, and seeing people she loves die right before her eyes. Deborah has these to, by seeing faces of fallen soldiers on her side, people whom she had grown fond of. The effects of war ring true throughout these girl’s lives, but they power on in their free country.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Ripper: Epilouge
Author’s note: This is my prediction piece on the novel Ripper.
6 years later~~~~~
Carver Young carefully opened the door to his girlfriend’s house, shutting it behind him as quietly as he could.
“Oh hello Carver.” Delia, his girlfriend of 6 years called from the kitchen. “I didn’t expect you to be here today!” said Delia cheerfully.
“Oh well... I wanted to surprise you.” Carver said sheepishly, sticking his hands in his pockets and feeling the ring box.
During the 6 years after the Ripper murders in New York, Carver and Delia grew closer, and were now together. Today, Carver had decided he was going to purpose.
“That’s very kind of you Carver.” Delia smiled, coming over to him and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
Carver blushed lightly. Even for a detective such as himself, she was the one person that could crack his emotionless gaze. Every time he was with her, the act would drop and he would be just Carver.
“I try.” He grinned and hugged Delia close, just happy that she was safe.
He’d been a detective for 4 years now, and each time he went out to find a murderer, or worse, he’d worry about her.
“So, do you have any plans for today?” She asked him, pulling away from him and walking into her living room.
Carver followed close behind. “I thought we could go to that one restaurant you like....Delmonico’s, right?” Carver smiled. He had his plan down to a science.
“Oh my goodness! That sounds great Carver!” Delia said loudly, slightly shocked. They hadn’t been doing much lately, since Carver was caught up in a new case, when really, Carver was planning out his proposal.
“Well, get dressed, we’ll be heading out at noon.” Carver laughed, leaning against a wall.
Delia’s eyes widened slightly, but she rushed to her room to get ready nonetheless.
Sometimes, Carver was reminded of that young girl from the orphanage, the one that knew he picked locks and stole things. He sometimes missed those days, when he wasn’t haunted day to day by the horrid thought of being related to Jack the Ripper.
About 20 minutes later, Delia rushed out wearing a powder blue dress, her hair put up into a neat bun.
Carver whistled softly. “You look beautiful Delia.” He smiled and walked over to her to kiss her on the lips.
After a minute or two of this, Delia pulled back and whispered a soft thank you to him.
Carver then took her hand, and pulled her out of her home.
~~~~~~
When Delia and Carver arrived at Delmonico’s, they were seated immediately and handed menus.
After they ordered their drinks (Carver a glass of water, and Delia a Raspberry iced tea), they discussed the average things, how Delia’s job was as manager of the Times, and Carvers job of a Detective.
“You know that case I’m working on?” Carver said, his hand fishing in his pocket for the ring box. Finding it, he stopped fidgeting slightly and pulled it out and onto his lap.
“Yes?” Delia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I lied.” Carver grinned and got down on one knee next to her seat.
Delia’s eyes widened as he opened the case, revealing a stunning diamond ring.
“Delia, would you make me... The happiest man alive, and marry me?” Carver asked, looking into her brown eyes.
“Y-Yes!” Delia cried, holding her shaking hand out to Carver, her other hand clasped over her mouth.
Carver smiled happily and slide the ring onto her ring finger looking up at her again.
Overwhelmed with happiness, Delia practically tackled him in a hug/kiss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The wedding
Carver looked over at his best man, Finn, and nodded at him. He then looked at the person who would be marrying them, the president himself, Teddy Roosevelt. Mr. Roosevelt winked at him and pointed down the aisle, where Delia’s maid of honor, Alice Roosevelt was walking.
The wedding march began playing, and soon, Delia’s two other bridesmaids were down the aisle, standing on Roosevelts left side.
Not a second after the last bridesmaid walked down the aisle, Delia soon started walking.
Her adoptive father, Jerrick Ribe, would be giving her away.
Delia had decided on a long white wedding dress, that cascaded to the ground in layer of tool and silk. Alice had insisted that is would be more poofy, so it had a slight poof in the back. Some layers of silk were pinched up by delicate rhinestones, and the top had an elaborate lace pattern. Slowly, Delia walked up the Aisle, meeting her soon to be husband at the top.
Carver looked over at her and winked, with a sly smile, he looked back at the President, composing himself.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness these two wonderful people get married.” Mr. Roosevelt began, his loud voice echoing throughout the church. As Roosevelt continued with saying the vows, Carver couldn’t help but think about having Hawking there. But no, Hawking was a murderer. He was Jack the Ripper for gods sake! But, he was also Carver’s dad.
Should’nt he be there for him?
“Carver, do you take this beautiful lady to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Roosevelt said, looking at Carver, his brown eyes twinkling with childish joy.
“I do.” Carver said, smiling.
“And do you, Delia, take Carver Young as your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked, looking at Delia.
“I do!” Delia smiled brightly, looking at Carver.
“By the power invested in me, and this great country, I know pronounce you husband and wife.” Mr. Roosevelt said, his brown eyes starting to tear up. “Carver, kiss her!” Teddy said, pushing Carver to Delia.
“Finally.” Carver murmured to Delia, and kissed her full on the lips, savoring every moment of their first kiss as husband and wife.
The crowd of people stood up, clapping as Carver pulled away from Delia, leading her down the aisle.
~~~~~~
Carver looked to the left, smiling at the person congratulated him, when he saw the person he hadn’t seen in 6 years, and was expecting his appearance.
Albert Hawking, or as most people know him, Jack the Ripper.
Slowly, Carver got out of the crowd and went to Hawking, looking him in the eye.
“Why are you here?” Carver said in a monotone voice, looking at Hawking expectantly.
“Is it all that bad for a Father to congratulate his son on being married?” Hawking asked, looking at the young detective.
“When my father happens to be Jack the Ripper, it is.” Carver said, looking Hawking dead in the eye.
Hawking sighed and met Carver’s steady gaze. “Right now, think of me as Hawking, not Jack the Ripper.” Hawking said.
“But you are Jack the Ripper, Hawking.” Carver said slowly.
“That name has been long forgotten Carver.” Hawking growled, looking at his son.
Carver shook his head. “That’s not true.” Carver said, “People are still looking for you... The families of the people who were murdered.” He finished, looking around the crowd.
Hawking flinched slightly, knowing that his son had a sharp tongue now has something he was wary of. “Look, if it makes you feel better, I’m sorry about that whole ordeal.” Hawking waved a mangled hand.
Carver glanced over at him, deciding to think of him as Hawking and not his psychopath of a father. “I still live at Blackwell.” Carver said, deciding to bring up the fact that he lived in a insane asylum. He learned that a lot of the people in there where very good men and women, and he judged too quickly when he first got there at age 14.
Hawking’s grimace split into a grin, and he patted Carver on the shoulder. “Good. They need someone like you to keep them grounded... That place can be a little much.” Hawking said slowly, glad in the change of subject.
Carver chuckled lowly. “I know, that’s what I thought when I first got there, Hawking.” He glanced at Hawking, his emerald green eyes glinting.
“I’m glad you're accustomed to it now.” Hawking said, “Congratulations by the way.” Hawking added.
“Thanks.” Carver said with a polite (and rehearsed) smile.
“Your welcome.” Hawking said with a small smile, something glinting deep in his dark eyes. Truth be told, the tough detective had grown to love his son, and wished the best for him. That’s why he had decided to come to his wedding, he thought that Carver would appreciate a relative there, and it turns out that he only half did.
If he weren’t Jack the Ripper, it would’ve been different. Hawking knew it deep in his gut.
Carver put a hand on Hawking’s shoulder and smiled, a genuine smile this time. “Thank you for coming.... Granted, you aren’t the ideal relative, but you're all I have. Thank you.” Carver thanked his mentor, connecting eyes with him. He was finally tall enough to make eye contact, and he was grateful for that.
“It was my pleasure.” Hawking smiled.
As the night wore on, Hawking and Carver talked, covering all the topics that they needed to. Surprisingly, the topic of his mother was never brought up.
After the night ended, and Hawking left, Carver never saw the man again, and was slightly happy with that fact.
2 years later, Delia and Carver had their first born daughter, and decided to name her Hawk. Strange though the name may be, Carver and Delia both agreed they needed to pay some form of respect to Carver’s father, and their first born could fulfill that.
Soon, Carver found out to Delia’s dismay, that Hawk had inherited Carver’s detective skill, and love of dime detective novels.
Their second born child they decided to name Theodore, in honor of Mr. Roosevelt. Thankfully, he had inherited Delia’s knack of writing, and grew up to be a successful writer.
While Hawk...
She grew up and took her spot next to her father in the New Pinkertons, solving murder cases at age 13.
6 years later~~~~~
Carver Young carefully opened the door to his girlfriend’s house, shutting it behind him as quietly as he could.
“Oh hello Carver.” Delia, his girlfriend of 6 years called from the kitchen. “I didn’t expect you to be here today!” said Delia cheerfully.
“Oh well... I wanted to surprise you.” Carver said sheepishly, sticking his hands in his pockets and feeling the ring box.
During the 6 years after the Ripper murders in New York, Carver and Delia grew closer, and were now together. Today, Carver had decided he was going to purpose.
“That’s very kind of you Carver.” Delia smiled, coming over to him and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
Carver blushed lightly. Even for a detective such as himself, she was the one person that could crack his emotionless gaze. Every time he was with her, the act would drop and he would be just Carver.
“I try.” He grinned and hugged Delia close, just happy that she was safe.
He’d been a detective for 4 years now, and each time he went out to find a murderer, or worse, he’d worry about her.
“So, do you have any plans for today?” She asked him, pulling away from him and walking into her living room.
Carver followed close behind. “I thought we could go to that one restaurant you like....Delmonico’s, right?” Carver smiled. He had his plan down to a science.
“Oh my goodness! That sounds great Carver!” Delia said loudly, slightly shocked. They hadn’t been doing much lately, since Carver was caught up in a new case, when really, Carver was planning out his proposal.
“Well, get dressed, we’ll be heading out at noon.” Carver laughed, leaning against a wall.
Delia’s eyes widened slightly, but she rushed to her room to get ready nonetheless.
Sometimes, Carver was reminded of that young girl from the orphanage, the one that knew he picked locks and stole things. He sometimes missed those days, when he wasn’t haunted day to day by the horrid thought of being related to Jack the Ripper.
About 20 minutes later, Delia rushed out wearing a powder blue dress, her hair put up into a neat bun.
Carver whistled softly. “You look beautiful Delia.” He smiled and walked over to her to kiss her on the lips.
After a minute or two of this, Delia pulled back and whispered a soft thank you to him.
Carver then took her hand, and pulled her out of her home.
~~~~~~
When Delia and Carver arrived at Delmonico’s, they were seated immediately and handed menus.
After they ordered their drinks (Carver a glass of water, and Delia a Raspberry iced tea), they discussed the average things, how Delia’s job was as manager of the Times, and Carvers job of a Detective.
“You know that case I’m working on?” Carver said, his hand fishing in his pocket for the ring box. Finding it, he stopped fidgeting slightly and pulled it out and onto his lap.
“Yes?” Delia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I lied.” Carver grinned and got down on one knee next to her seat.
Delia’s eyes widened as he opened the case, revealing a stunning diamond ring.
“Delia, would you make me... The happiest man alive, and marry me?” Carver asked, looking into her brown eyes.
“Y-Yes!” Delia cried, holding her shaking hand out to Carver, her other hand clasped over her mouth.
Carver smiled happily and slide the ring onto her ring finger looking up at her again.
Overwhelmed with happiness, Delia practically tackled him in a hug/kiss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The wedding
Carver looked over at his best man, Finn, and nodded at him. He then looked at the person who would be marrying them, the president himself, Teddy Roosevelt. Mr. Roosevelt winked at him and pointed down the aisle, where Delia’s maid of honor, Alice Roosevelt was walking.
The wedding march began playing, and soon, Delia’s two other bridesmaids were down the aisle, standing on Roosevelts left side.
Not a second after the last bridesmaid walked down the aisle, Delia soon started walking.
Her adoptive father, Jerrick Ribe, would be giving her away.
Delia had decided on a long white wedding dress, that cascaded to the ground in layer of tool and silk. Alice had insisted that is would be more poofy, so it had a slight poof in the back. Some layers of silk were pinched up by delicate rhinestones, and the top had an elaborate lace pattern. Slowly, Delia walked up the Aisle, meeting her soon to be husband at the top.
Carver looked over at her and winked, with a sly smile, he looked back at the President, composing himself.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness these two wonderful people get married.” Mr. Roosevelt began, his loud voice echoing throughout the church. As Roosevelt continued with saying the vows, Carver couldn’t help but think about having Hawking there. But no, Hawking was a murderer. He was Jack the Ripper for gods sake! But, he was also Carver’s dad.
Should’nt he be there for him?
“Carver, do you take this beautiful lady to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Roosevelt said, looking at Carver, his brown eyes twinkling with childish joy.
“I do.” Carver said, smiling.
“And do you, Delia, take Carver Young as your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked, looking at Delia.
“I do!” Delia smiled brightly, looking at Carver.
“By the power invested in me, and this great country, I know pronounce you husband and wife.” Mr. Roosevelt said, his brown eyes starting to tear up. “Carver, kiss her!” Teddy said, pushing Carver to Delia.
“Finally.” Carver murmured to Delia, and kissed her full on the lips, savoring every moment of their first kiss as husband and wife.
The crowd of people stood up, clapping as Carver pulled away from Delia, leading her down the aisle.
~~~~~~
Carver looked to the left, smiling at the person congratulated him, when he saw the person he hadn’t seen in 6 years, and was expecting his appearance.
Albert Hawking, or as most people know him, Jack the Ripper.
Slowly, Carver got out of the crowd and went to Hawking, looking him in the eye.
“Why are you here?” Carver said in a monotone voice, looking at Hawking expectantly.
“Is it all that bad for a Father to congratulate his son on being married?” Hawking asked, looking at the young detective.
“When my father happens to be Jack the Ripper, it is.” Carver said, looking Hawking dead in the eye.
Hawking sighed and met Carver’s steady gaze. “Right now, think of me as Hawking, not Jack the Ripper.” Hawking said.
“But you are Jack the Ripper, Hawking.” Carver said slowly.
“That name has been long forgotten Carver.” Hawking growled, looking at his son.
Carver shook his head. “That’s not true.” Carver said, “People are still looking for you... The families of the people who were murdered.” He finished, looking around the crowd.
Hawking flinched slightly, knowing that his son had a sharp tongue now has something he was wary of. “Look, if it makes you feel better, I’m sorry about that whole ordeal.” Hawking waved a mangled hand.
Carver glanced over at him, deciding to think of him as Hawking and not his psychopath of a father. “I still live at Blackwell.” Carver said, deciding to bring up the fact that he lived in a insane asylum. He learned that a lot of the people in there where very good men and women, and he judged too quickly when he first got there at age 14.
Hawking’s grimace split into a grin, and he patted Carver on the shoulder. “Good. They need someone like you to keep them grounded... That place can be a little much.” Hawking said slowly, glad in the change of subject.
Carver chuckled lowly. “I know, that’s what I thought when I first got there, Hawking.” He glanced at Hawking, his emerald green eyes glinting.
“I’m glad you're accustomed to it now.” Hawking said, “Congratulations by the way.” Hawking added.
“Thanks.” Carver said with a polite (and rehearsed) smile.
“Your welcome.” Hawking said with a small smile, something glinting deep in his dark eyes. Truth be told, the tough detective had grown to love his son, and wished the best for him. That’s why he had decided to come to his wedding, he thought that Carver would appreciate a relative there, and it turns out that he only half did.
If he weren’t Jack the Ripper, it would’ve been different. Hawking knew it deep in his gut.
Carver put a hand on Hawking’s shoulder and smiled, a genuine smile this time. “Thank you for coming.... Granted, you aren’t the ideal relative, but you're all I have. Thank you.” Carver thanked his mentor, connecting eyes with him. He was finally tall enough to make eye contact, and he was grateful for that.
“It was my pleasure.” Hawking smiled.
As the night wore on, Hawking and Carver talked, covering all the topics that they needed to. Surprisingly, the topic of his mother was never brought up.
After the night ended, and Hawking left, Carver never saw the man again, and was slightly happy with that fact.
2 years later, Delia and Carver had their first born daughter, and decided to name her Hawk. Strange though the name may be, Carver and Delia both agreed they needed to pay some form of respect to Carver’s father, and their first born could fulfill that.
Soon, Carver found out to Delia’s dismay, that Hawk had inherited Carver’s detective skill, and love of dime detective novels.
Their second born child they decided to name Theodore, in honor of Mr. Roosevelt. Thankfully, he had inherited Delia’s knack of writing, and grew up to be a successful writer.
While Hawk...
She grew up and took her spot next to her father in the New Pinkertons, solving murder cases at age 13.
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